Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Paper Thin

Your ego is huge head so big
You look like a lolly
Golly Jiminy Cricket
You’re wicked
With your tongue
Already insults you’ve sung
And the day’s just begun
You think you know it all
Standing tall on the backs
Of turtles
You’re a squirrel
With no nuts to spare
But you dare
Really you’re a filly
Acting like a mare
You don’t scare, me
No stallion here
You’re a bear
Making her tear
I hear through the wall
So paper thin
Then silence
Have you rest your head
Is she dead
Should I call
Or fall back asleep
I’m in your moment
And want out
Ten more minutes
Before I must rise
I close my eyes
I’ll make it fifteen

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